Twenty is forgetting your rain boots on purpose For just a brief walk in immaturity Twenty is Stop Stop Stop Go with everything you have Go with your heart Go with your soul Go make mistakes Go fix them Go get what you want and be it Twenty is fall in love, fall in hate,… Continue reading Twenty.
Love is in your arms and soul and in the way you look at me when I read but love is also you urging me to be still to be alone to be quiet to really see how my tea tinges each cup with rings of stories not yet written. I hope that this cup… Continue reading Tea. This morning. With you.